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invention. Table of Contents The Begging Chair Day 5, Chapter Three: Black Body Problems Thanks for buying this! Hope you like it! Victoria stretched, feeling her leather dress shift to accommodate her movement, tight and sleek against her body. She crossed her legs, sliding them over each other, making herself comfortable, the high thigh-slit letting her move with easy grace. Her "seat" was comfortable and uncomplaining, and she gave him a brief pat on the head, before reaching out and taking her drink, enjoying the well-mixed cocktail. The waitress was waiting close by, her bunnygirl outfit showing off her figure, overly-large breasts swelling out from her chest, her lips puffed up from injections, her features beautifully even, but with a level of modification that was obvious, and unnerving. 'You look a little out of sorts, Victoria.' She took a sip of her drink then put it down onto the coaster, a tray attached to the mouth of another sub, their body stiff and rigid, body clearly modified as well - all their facial wrinkles smoothed out, cheekbones made sharper and more pronounced. Impressive poise, but the sheer obviousness of the plastic surgery made Victoria shiver. 'I prefer bodies that are more... natural. Less altered. Especially so clearly.' She ran her hand over the backside of her own sub, currently beneath her as a seat. Her hand moved between his legs, cupping his balls, feeling the cock-cage locked over his shaft. Despite her groping, he didn't move, didn't even twitch when she squeezed his balls. 'Having to submit to surgery seems something of an admission of failure.' 'Well, I'm glad most others don't share your opinion - it would put me out of business, for starters. And I quite like a more perfected form. Every inch of skin adjusted as required. And my subs seem to appreciate the modifications. It's made Bunny here much more confident.' She gestured at the waitress, flowing her hand through the air in emulation of the woman's curves. As normal, Alicia was dressed in tight latex, a light green dress, the same color as surgical scrubs, concealing her skin but nevertheless showing everything. Her face was flawless, her own modifications subtle enough to be taken for natural beauty. 'You should come in for a consultation - I'd even give you a discount.' Victoria shuddered, just thinking about being knocked out, the scalpel desecrating her body, forcibly reshaping her. 'No thank you, I'm quite happy as I am.' Breasts that large, and a waist that tiny, with swelling buttocks? The woman was more like a sex doll than a person, designed to be looked at and fucked, nothing else. The look Alicia gave her was almost insulting, the woman's dark eyes scanning over her body, weighing and appraising her. Victoria had to focus to keep the smile on her face, rather than glaring at Alicia. She was confident in her own looks, how the clothing was tight on her body, showing off her curves, sleek and stylish. And expensive, of course! The stare-down was interrupted by the sound of a body slumping over, and then the striking of a cane against flesh. Both of them turned to look at the source of the noise - another sub, this one female, was now slumped against the wall, their owner standing over and striking them, the cane whipping through the air. Victoria shook her head. 'That wasn't very impressive! And Farah was so sure that her new sub would do well.' The domme was stood over her sub, pinning her in place with a spiked heel, flicking the cane over unprotected breasts, the sub trying not to silence her own groans of pain. Alicia quirked an eyebrow at her. 'Oh? Do you think your own sub has more stamina? He is an impressive specimen, and you've been training him for quite some time. Why don't we make something of a bet? If you win, you can have my nurse for a month. She is my masterpiece.' Alicia snapped her fingers, and a black-sheathed figure stepped forward, with elegant steps, despite the staggeringly high heels she was wearing. Her waist was compressed to be tiny, giving her an exaggerated hourglass shape. No skin was visible - her face was hidden beneath a black hood, the whip of hair from the top of her head blood red, clearly fake. Bright red crosses were on both breasts and between her legs, the only parts of her that weren't shining black. Victoria suppressed a shiver - she liked tight clothing, but not being sealed away! And she didn't want to think about how many modifications would have been done to the women within, all that time on the surgical table. Even without a visible face, the level of work was obvious - if the woman didn't move, she'd easily be taken for a sculpture, exaggeratedly feminine, and designed purely to inspire arousal. 'It'll be a shame to give her up, even for a while, but it would be interesting to see if anyone could break her, if they tried. I've trained her to have very high pain tolerance. You would be allowed to do whatever you want with her, of course - she knows not to disobey.' Whatever the nurse thought about this was impossible to know - presumably she could hear, but whether she was gagged or just silent, Victoria couldn't tell. 'Oh? A tempting offer - you never let anyone play with her, do you?' 'I like to keep my toys to myself. I'd even sweeten the deal with, hmmm... shall we say fifty thousand?' Victoria managed to keep her shock from showing on her face, or at least she hoped so. Fifty grand! Enough for a nice, long trip around the world, with all the luxuries, and then some! 'And what do you want? Not that my sub will lose of course.' 'I want you - you've never been a submissive, and I think that all dominants should try things from the other side. It will be a learning experience for you. It might even make you a better domme afterwards. Just thirty days - I'm sure you could manage that, hmm? And you must have confidence in your sub.' Victoria tightened up her body, summoning up her confidence in the face of Alicia's challenge. 'You'll let me have your nurse? And do whatever I want to her?' 'I would request no photographs - I prefer her face to be a secret, to all but my closest confidantes. But yes - treat her as you wish. Abuse her, hurt her if you can, or have her help you with your own subs. Or have her seafood paella - it's exquisite! Not that she's allowed solid food, but she is a good chef.' Victoria stood up, patting her sub on the backside. 'Up against the wall, on your toes. Time to show off your training.' A faint murmur of interest went through the other dommes, turning to watch, listening in as Alicia laid out the terms of the bet. 'Well, we both know what we stand to win. I think you should be able to keep your man edged for five minutes, without release. That should be simple for you, shouldn't it?' The tone of her voice grated on Victoria, who glared at her, annoyed by Alicia's neat, artificial beauty. 'That's not a problem. He's a good boy - he's not been allowed a release in over a year, and won't be getting one today.' She looked around, holding her shoulders back, trying to exude confidence, stalking towards her sub. He was already up on his toes, his hands on his head, his eyes submissively downwards, not looking at her. As she approached, she reached around her neck, pulling up her necklace, a single key on the end - some of the other dommes had a whole bundle, but she'd get more, eventually. The rest of the dommes all moved to watch. One of them, a sleek red dress highlighting her slender frame, stepped forward, coming up on her tiptoes to whisper into Victoria's ear. 'Are you sure about this? You hate being trained!' 'Don't worry, Nicola. My slave is well-trained, he won't climax. And it'll be good to take Alicia down a peg or two.' Nicola made a concerned noise, but gave Victoria a swift and encouraging hug. 'Just... don't get in too deep. Alicia is into some heavy stuff, and you've seen what her slaves are like!' 'I'll be fine. And when I win, then I'll take you out to a nice restaurant.' Nicola smiled, but still looked concerned as she backed off, Victoria advancing towards her man again. When she reached him, she reached out and pushed a hand against his belly, before twisting her fingers and scraped her nails down his chest. He barely responded, just the slightest intake of breath, and she nodded. 'Good boy.' She reached between his legs as he shuffled them wider, making it easier to access his crotch. Victoria had to kneel down, her face level with his crotch, able to see his cock stiffening against the metal cage, not allowed to grow beyond a tiny size. The key slid into the lock and turned easily, the metal popping open. As soon as it opened, springing off his body, his cock stiffened, free of the cage for the first time in months. This close, it was intimidatingly large, almost as long as her hand, the crown already glistening with precum. Heels clicked behind her, Alicia approaching, her nurse close behind, a silent shadow. She put a hand onto Victoria's shoulder, her manicured nails sharp enough to prickle against Victoria's neck. 'Oh my, he is an impressive specimen! Quite the stud - and he seems obedient as well. Although he could do with a few improvements. A little nip here, a tuck there. And a slight tweak to his jawline, to make it sharper, better defined.' The cock was so close that Victoria had to lean backwards or it would slap her in the face, able to smell it, the manly, musky scent. Between her own legs, she could feel a warmth developing - when they were done here, then she'd have to put a strap-on around his waist and ride him, enjoying his frustration! 'To succeed, he must maintain that position, and, of course, not climax.' He was still up on his toes, the tension running through his legs, calves and thighs both tight. 'I'm sure you won't need any assistance, will you?' Victoria managed not to roll her eyes, annoyed by Alicia's tone. She'd been doing this for long enough already! She reached out, taking a firm hold of the shaft, feeling the hot firmness of it sliding into her curved hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. 'Then you may begin.' Victoria heard an electronic beep, a timer starting. She started to stroke her hand back and forth, along the full length of the shaft. Being down on her knees made her body tingle, the warmth of her crotch seeping into her spine. She wanted to touch herself now! When she got her hands on that nurse, she'd have to think of some inventive punishments - maybe mount her on a one-bar prison? Or make her service men, see how well her holes could take the abuse? She squeezed her sub's balls, feeling how heavy and full they were. The cock-scent was intense, starting to worm into her brain, making her tongue loll from her mouth slightly, before she licked her lips, breathing in deeply. Then she rubbed her palm over his cock-head, feeling how damp it was, glad that he was clean and washed, moving her hand with greater speed now. His legs shook, and she slapped him in the balls, enjoying how the impact rippled through his entire body, but he firmed up his stance, pressing his backside against the wall. 'Good boy!' She ran her hand along his shaft, pursing her lips and puffing over onto the cock. Victoria entertained herself with more thoughts of what she would do to the nurse when she won - test out her holes, make the woman scream. A hand shoved on the back of her head, pushing her forward. Her cheek bumped against the cock and it suddenly twitched, a spew of cum shooting out. It splashed over her face, hot and thick, smearing onto her cheek. The scent was vivid and overpowering, making it hard to think, the nails jabbing into her neck again, her hand still pumping back and forth on sheer reflex. The cock spasmed again, another load of hot jism shooting out, this one higher, gumming one of her eyes shut. She could feel it all over her face, damp and clinging, feeling a deep heat building up within her body, a strong sense of shame, rapidly replaced by a fast-growing anger. The shrill cackles and jeers of the crowd burned into her, making her see red. Victoria slapped him in the balls, taking some satisfaction in the grunt of pain, but then she was yanked backwards, barely staying on her feet, swaying on her heels. 'Oh, what a shame - you seem to have lost.' Alicia's nails were hurting now, digging into Victoria's skin, and she had to suppress a yelp of pain. 'Well, unfortunate for you. It means I get you as a lovely guest for the next month.' Her hand slid around Victoria's neck, squeezing her throat, making her splutter for air, her hands coming up to try and pull Alicia's hand away. She was pulled back again, this time falling onto her back, looking up at the circle of other dommes, all sleek and sensual and powerful as they looked down on her, her eyes filled with leather, latex and lace, and their judgmental glares. Victoria scrabbled to her feet, trying to pull her dress back into position, her face still burning with shame, one eye held shut by cum. 'Well, I don't think a submissive should be dressed quite so finely. Although that cum does suit you.' Victoria licked her lips nervously, tasting some of the semen, the stuff salty on her tongue, bitter shame boiling within her. Alicia stared her down, and then her wrists were grabbed and dragged behind her back. Metal clicked, tight bands around her wrists, cuffs snapping into place. She struggled against them, feeling a short chain click tight, just a few inches of movement. 'Hey! Get off!' She tried to glare at Alicia, but it was hard with one eye glued shut, hot cum oozing down her face. 'This was the bet you made. So now it's time to prepare my lovely new submissive for her training - I do hope you won't be too bratty? It would be a shame if you were to need excessive discipline. Not that I would mind delivering such, should it be needed.' Alicia's hand shot forward, grabbing Victoria's throat, Victoria unable to pull away. The nails stabbed into her throat, making it hard to breath, the cum-scent fogging her thoughts. Then she felt a hand on her back, pulling down the zip of her dress. It slid easily, the leather peeling off her body by its own weight, cool air sliding against her skin as the leather slithered away. She tried to protest, but any sound she made was quashed by Alicia tightening her grip, as her arms were pulled upwards, making her lean forward, the dress falling further down, coming to rest on her hips. Her breasts were bare now, Alicia's eyes flicking downwards, before her other hand came up to squeeze them. She nodded in satisfaction. 'Nice and firm. You'll be good raw material, although I can see room for improvement.' She squeezed a nipple, sending a jagged twinge of pain into Victoria's chest, making her gasp, before the breast was stretched out. 'I wonder what your pain tolerance is? It's going to be fun finding out.' Hands grabbed the waist-line of her dress, pulling it down, the material falling to her ankles. That was designer! She wanted to protest, but was having difficulty breathing, Alicia's fingers like iron on her throat. And she'd never been treated like this before! Having her nipple crushed was getting more and more painful, the throbbing getting stronger as Alicia twisted the nipple, crushing it between her fingers. A hand slapped against her backside, making her squeak, pushing air from her lungs as she tottered on her heels, the dress around her ankles now hobbling her. Alicia released her breast before scraping nails down Victoria's stomach, pressing and pinching. 'Hmm, a restricted diet might be useful. Or a little bit of surgery. I'm sure you'll agree, won't you? You knew what I like to do when you made the bet, I think you just wanted some free surgery. Well, you're excellent raw material, so I'll be sure to improve you.' Victoria was just about able to shake her head, feeling her hair slide over her shoulders as she squeaked out an answer. 'Nphh!' She didn't want to be altered like that! 'Hmmm. Well, maybe in a while you'll be more agreeable.' Her hand squeezed more tightly around Victoria's throat, cutting off her air supply. Behind her, someone spanked her backside, making her gasp, her lungs now empty, sparks starting to flash in her vision, the strength fading from her legs. She looked towards the other dommes, hoping for mercy or support, but they looked amused. Why had she agreed to the damn bet? 'You'll have to get her consent first!' It was Nicola, her voice strident, over the amused buzz of the other dommes. Alicia tutted. 'Hmph. I suppose. But I'm sure Victoria will be agreeable.' Victoria couldn't escape, as Alicia's hand moved further downwards, feeling it's way between Victoria's legs. She shivered as her pussy was touched, Alicia's knuckles kneading against her lower lips. 'And you seem to get stimulated easily? Or maybe you just like cum on your face?' Tears were starting to form in Victoria's eyes from the choking and the sheer, mind-warping humiliation of it all. Being stripped naked in front of everyone, unable to fight back, with semen splashed all over her face, the scent wafting into her nose, the taste in her mouth! She was too weak to fight back though, having to accept the probing of her crotch, Alicia's touches stimulating her, making her heart beat faster. 'I think that mouth of yours will need sealing - the rest of us can still enjoy ourselves, and wouldn't want to be distracted by your whining.' The hand moved away from her pussy, coming up, another domme passing her a ballgag. Victoria's mouth flapped open, desperately sucking in air, before the gag was shoved into place, the ball filling her mouth, sliding behind her teeth. With practiced ease, Alicia buckled it into place, sealing Victoria's mouth shut. The taste of the rubber at least dispelled the cum, her tongue rubbing against it, and she could hear her own desperate mewls, the cuffs biting into her wrists. 'I don't think you deserve a collar just yet. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you have one. For now, you can just be a nice little cage-slut. Something to take home and play with.' The throat-grip tightened, all strength fading from Victoria's legs, and she started to sag and slump, only supported by other dommes. Alicia gestured, and wheels squeaked, the nurse returning with a cage, pushing it along, and then opening one side up. Alicia released Victoria's throat and she dropped to her knees, before she was picked up and dragged forward. She tried to resist but had no strength, nothing she could do as she was pushed into the cage, her head knocking against the bars on the far side. There was no time to turn around and escape before the cage shut, a lock sealing it shut. 'Mphhh!' She was still weak and pathetic-sounding, looking up at the other dommes, feeling the shame of her forced nakedness burning her, a hot humiliation prickling her entire body. All she could do was shake herself about, pressing against the sides of the cage, feeling how cold the metal was against her bare skin. 'I'm glad I drove here - you should be able
to go in the boot. A nice, convenient package.' Alicia kicked at the cage, Victoria flinching
away from the strike, even with the cage in the way. 'Put her away until I leave.' The nurse nodded, wheeling
the cage away, Victoria unable to influence her movement at all. She was pushed into a corner of the room, and
then a thick blanket was thrown over the cage, blocking out the light, making
the background noise a vague thrum. The
air was hot and stuffy, still suffused with the scent of cum, Victoria unable
to clean her face off with her hands cuffed. All she could do was
endure, unable to even stretch out, the metal slowly warming up from her body
heat. All she was wearing now were her
shoes, making her wish she hadn't chosen such a tight dress, so she would at
least have been able to have underwear on!
But there was no way to escape, the gag tightly sealed, the cuffs preventing
her from releasing herself, hoping that Alicia would be merciful to her. Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. The Begging Chair Day 5, Chapter Three: Black Body Problems Ayaka's body throbbed, faint prickle-marks from the needles still present, her thoughts foggy and dazed. Her vision was vague and blurry, and then she felt a prickle in her neck, something jabbing into her, a syringe. Wakefulness slammed into her, her brain forced into full consciousness, energy poking into her body, eyes opening wide. She tried to move, trying to figure out where her body was. She seemed to be suspended, pressure all over her, particularly tight at the wrists, ankles, waist and neck, held up vertically with her limbs spread. '....!' Ayaka moaned, the punishment of the chair coming into mind, her body aching. There was pressure all over her body, pushing in against her, pressing against her chest, breasts and stomach. A moment of panic, as she fumbled for air, having to force her lungs to inhale with enough force. Why couldn't she hear herself, or make any noise? Dizzying delirium washed through her, a sudden vertigo from the blackness in front of her, and she closed her eyes, trying to steady herself. There was something in her mouth - she probed it with her tongue, feeling the rubbery lumps and bumps of a cock, firmly wedged into place. When she pushed against it with her tongue, it didn't move, firmly sealed into place, some new gag. She could still feel the collar around her neck, heavy and solid, the shock-prongs pressing against her, ready to sting, the weight of the battery pack heavy and threatening. She shook her wrists, feeling resistance, pushing her back into place as soon as she stopped exerting herself, pressing her against a solid backing. Whenever she moved, there was a slight vibration, and she was supported without anything beneath her feet. This made her feel woozy, vertigo surging again. Why couldn't she feel anything? Her body felt numb, without air stroking against her, compressed and squeezed. She pushed her chest out, feeling something resist her. Wriggling her fingers was the same - she could move them, but they were pulled back into place unless she kept exerting force, an embracing force pushing on her body, strong and powerful. Her feet had less flexibility, stiff, inflexible material holding them vertically downwards, twisting a leg taking significant effort. Objects were held in her as well - something had been shoved into her asshole, spread wide inside of her, and her pussy as well, both currently inert. Tensing her crotch up to try and eject them did nothing, the items firmly lodged there. She tried to groan again, but it was a struggle to inhale, the cock blocking her mouth, allowing only a small amount of air. As before, she couldn't hear anything, silence resounding in her ears. Slowly, she opened her eyes, more conscious now. Something was pressing against her face as well, tight around her head, pressing against her scalp. That made her remember her forced shaving, that bitch Princess tormenting her. She growled, her body vibrating slightly but without any audible sound, anger surging through her, making her fight her restraints. A spotlight shone down, and she shuddered, seeing a figure in front of herself - skin a glossy, shiny black, encased entirely within tight, reflective latex, highlighting every curve and swell of a clearly female form. They were suspended stood up, a transparent plastic sheet sucked against them, holding them in place, and beneath that, their flesh and humanity had been erased by skin-tight black latex. The stuff hid their face as well, carefully made-up eyes staring out, ringed with makeup, long lashes blinking. She twitched, the form mirroring her movements, before slowly realizing that it was, in fact, a mirror, showing her... herself. She was like a living sculpture, reflective and shiny, utterly faceless and anonymous, the only flesh visible the small rings around her eyes. Her mouth was smooth and black, a small hole for breathing through, a hose running up and somewhere out of sight. More struggles and wriggling made the board supporting her shake about, still silent, making her grimace, realizing that something was lodged in each of her ears, blocking out noise. She could turn her head a little, the collar making it hard and covering plastic, but there was nothing else there, just deep blackness. She shook her body harder, not wanting to be here, bound and vulnerable, for someone else to torment. And she needed to get her own back on Princess! See how that brat took to being shaved herself, and having a chili shoved into her asshole! The hose running into her mouth started to fill with liquid, flowing steadily downwards, getting closer and closer to her mouth. She could feel a hole in the cock-prong, pressing her tongue against it, still shaking her body, trying to escape. She saw that her feet were locked vertically, held in viciously high ballet-heels, that would strain her legs if she were to ever be allowed to walk. Salt-sweet fluid touched against her tongue, the pressure rapidly building, flowing around her tongue and into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow, the stuff warm and sticky, slicking over her tongue, making her wince - this couldn't all be cum, surely? It felt gross, having to choke the stuff down, filling her belly with it. She managed to tense her hands into fists, feeling the latex trying to pull them open, managing to overpower it, at least for now. Finally, the flow of paste stopped, the hose whipping itself out of her mouth and retracting out of sight. She hung there, suspended and powerless, nothing to do but stare at herself in the reflection - at least she looked good, the material compressing her body into an hourglass shape, pressing her breasts up and out, giving her an exaggeratedly feminine shape, but she couldn't move, and had been tormented enough already! The sheet over her loosened, whatever was sucking the air out to keep it tight stopping, giving her a moment of warning before it started to peel away, the pressure lessening. She dropped, hitting the floor on her toes, staggering and then sprawling forward, hitting the ground. The fall dazed her, world spinning, before she could gather her thoughts and slowly bring herself upwards. She had to put herself on her toes, staggering again, leaning against the mirror, her shiny skin merging with its own reflection, hard to tell them apart. The surface of the mirror was hard against her body, but the latex was thick enough that it numbed her senses, sealing her off from any but the dullest sensations. And the heels! The collar was stiff and high enough she couldn't look down, but she managed to stagger away from the mirror, clumsy and slow, feeling pressure building in her calves, looking at them - her feet were forced fully onto her toes, thick padding keeping her from immediate harm, but it was a constant strain. In the mirror, she looked inhuman, her body perfect and shiny, glossy in the light, and for a moment she lost herself in the fantasy of becoming something other, a sexual hunter. If she got her hands on Princess like this, then she'd torture the brat, make her beg and squeal! Although there were downsides - she couldn't talk, and clapping her hands together produced nothing but silence, confirming her deafness. When she felt her ears through her hood, she could feel something solid lodged there, but there was no way to get them out. And, of course, there were no seals, locks or zippers she could find on the suit, the thing sealed onto her body, without any way of releasing it. The only point where it wasn't flush and tight against her body was a slightly raised area around her waist, stiffer flat panels beneath. Having it on her hands made it hard to even grab herself, her hands and body both slippery against each other, and there was no slack in the material to pull or pinch out. Her movements made it impossible to ignore the things in her holes, too much exertion making her pant around the cock-prong, the taste of cum strong in her mouth, and her asshole was getting stretched wide by the plug. Having to hold her arms out to balance the heels made her feel like a child, weak and pathetic, but they were higher than anything she'd worn before! Now what to do? She wasn't being tormented right now, so what was she meant to do? She slowly turned around, having to use the mirror as support, still absent-mindedly stroking at her shiny-smooth skin, free of any imperfections, brushing at a stray mote of dirt that had attached itself to the glossy darkness. Behind the frame she had been suspended in was a podium, holding a plain white bust, black hair around it. A wig? She walked towards it, clumsy and inelegant, seeing that it was cut in her style, bangs partway down her fringe. But she had no face! Having hair like this would look stupid! Irritation and anger surged, and she kicked the podium, the action unbalancing her, making her stagger and have to lean forward to grab it for balance, to save herself the humiliation of falling over again. There was no use in even taking the thing, so she steadied herself, resisting the urge to toss it away, before looking around. Behind the podium was a doorway, currently sealed, but with a screen-and-camera next to it. What would she have to do in order to escape? The screen, of course, blinked on as she approached. She wanted to snarl at it, with the cock in her mouth preventing any actual words, but she couldn't tell if she was making any actual noise still. Predator and prey. Prey has been released. Find them and break them, or be made into prey
yourself. An
image appeared, of a woman in a sleek, black suit, but bound and hobbled,
ankles bound to thighs and wrists to shoulders, forcing them to crawl along. She shivered, the suit compressing even that
movement - the heels were bad, but better than being forced to be a bitch, down
like a dog, ready for breeding! Seek
the prey before your body betrays you. Hanging from the door was a strap-on, huge and bulbous, which she took, strapping around her waist - it threw her balance off, but it seemed likely she was meant to be hunting someone down and fucking them. There was no further message, the door sliding open, silent and swift. Before it could close, and her chance to catch this "prey" be lost, she slipped through, cock swaying. Her belly felt full and stretched, the liquid forced into her stretching her, making her want the toilet. On the other side was a wall, an immediate junction, left or right. The walls were only about 7 feet tall, but, with her feet in the ballet heels, there was no way she wanted to risk jumping. Every movement made the latex stretch around her, snug, a forceful and inescapable embrace, as well as making her work harder. When she moved, she could feel that there were stiffer points against her skin - were those metal pads? She shivered, the latex making even that harder - if she failed, then she'd be shocked, wouldn't she? Or the plugs inside of her body would activate, paralysing her with pleasure and pain. There was no way to tell which way was best, so she went left, walking as fast as she could. Having no hearing was worrying - someone could be approaching, or even right behind her, and she wouldn't know! A sudden sense of fear made her spin, twisting to see behind herself, leaning against the wall for support, but there was no-one there. The cock slapped against the wall as she spun, struggling to keep her balance, stretching out her arms, feeling the suit try to reel her back in. What was she meant to do here? "Prey" had been mentioned, so there must be someone else in here to find, and hurt. But without her hearing, and all the passages looking the same, it was impossible to know where her prey was! The cock was fat and heavy on her hips, bumping around with every step, so large that it swung if she turned too fast. Her insides were feeling increasingly stuffed and heavy, the fluid forced into her filling her, slowing trickling through her. How long until it needed to come out? The thought sent a chill through her - was that what was meant by her body betraying her? She tried to tense herself up as much as possible, not wanting herself to leak, but the pressure was steadily growing, getting worse and worse as she walked. Her hands formed into fists, the latex thick enough to ease even that pressure, and she stalked forwards, head swiveling, seeking her prey. Around a corner, the ground dropped away, a narrow path with a pit on either side. Ayaka took a deep breath, or tried to, her inhalations hampered, carefully striding forward, having to swing her hips to bring her feet into line. Ahead of her, she saw movement -a female form, also sheathed in shiny black latex, but forced to crawl along the ground, tied and restricted so they were crawling on elbows and knees, also hooded and anonymous. Their head turned to look at her, eyes widening with panic, before they turned around as fast as they could, taking time to turn and then vanishing from sigh. Their asshole and pussy were both loose, visible as white flashes of skin against the black latex. Prey! Ayaka tried to move as fast as she could, arms spread, not wanting to fall off, cursing the boots and the slowness she had to move with, and how just wearing it drained her strength with every movement. The collar meant she couldn't even look down to check her footing, having to trust her own balance to keep walking straight forward, nervous sweat forming, making the suit sticky on the inside. But not much further now! She kept tense throughout, hoping not to get shocked or vibed, her chest tight, aching from not enough air, and it was with relief that she stepped back onto solid ground, striding forward, wanting to get away from the edge. Where was that bitch? There was no sign of her now, but she couldn't have got far. Why did she have to be deafened as well? All she could do was lean forward, almost falling on each step, keeping herself upwards, propelling herself off the walls. Had that been a twitch of movement at a corner? She turned, finding the dog-bitch, still scrabbling as fast as possible, unable to get much speed in the restrictive outfit, buttocks gleaming as she moved. Their head turned around, eyes wide and panicked, their mouth sealed away. The liquid lump inside of Ayaka felt even heavier now, but she could hold it long enough to do this - before the bitch could get away, Ayaka attacked, stepping forward and grabbing at them. Her wrapped-up fingers slid off their own shiny body, and she felt them tense and try to escape, but another step brought her in close, stooping, despite the pressure this put on her belly, to wrap an arm around their waist. They twisted, trying to break away, as she slapped her cock against their ass, the weight of it making flesh jiggle. The damn collar made it hard to see, her neck unable to bend or pivot, and she could feel their own flesh compress as she grabbed them, their elbows coming off the ground for a moment. The extra exertion made her feel giddy and light-headed, pushing her past her limits, but now she was on top of them, forcing them down, slowly pushing them to the floor. They strained against her, pushing back, trying to rise, but she hooked an arm around a bound leg and pulled, unbalancing them and making them fall over. Before they could recover, she spread their buttocks, fumbling with the cock with her other hand, the thing fat and huge in her grip, slippery already, trying to find their asshole. It pushed against them, their muscles tight, and she started to shove her hips forwards, trying to drive it into them. If they were making any noise, she couldn't hear it, but they were straining against her. Once she had the tip in, it was easier to start shoving the rest in, forcing their back passage wide. They bucked and twisted, but lacked the strength to shake her off, as she wrapped an arm around them, feeling at their full breasts, even when bound within latex cups, digging her fingers in, hoping some extra pain would deter them from struggling too much. Even if this wasn't Princess, it felt good to be in control, to have some power, even if she had to be bound and wrapped in latex herself. The cock slid in, bit by bit, their body unable to resist her, Ayaka's suit now feeling like it was embracing her. She was a predator, sleek, anonymous and powerful! Even being forcefully shorn hadn't weakened her! Sparks burst in her vision, her breath forced short, and she had to suckle at the cock in her own mouth, aware of how her own body was being violated, but whoever was beneath her wasn't fighting back now, the cock sliding back and forth as she rocked her hips. She slammed forward, feeling it sink in all the way to the base, fully sheathed within their flesh, their body shaking in time with the violations. Even through two sets of body-sheathing latex, she could feel their twitches and shakes, as her hand came up and found their throat, protected by a fat metal collar. But she'd made them her bitch! That must mean she'd won? They sank to the ground in defeat, Ayaka keeping them pinned beneath her, still thrusting and twitching her hips to keep them trapped and within her power. She saw a glimpse of movement at the edge of her vision, trying to turn her head to see, but the collar was too tight. The lights blinked out, snapping off with sharp suddenness. Was that someone there? She didn't want to pull out of the bitch in case they escaped, but paranoid fear blossomed amidst the triumph, and she couldn't move properly to see. The darkness intensified - had that been light gleaming off another latex-wrapped leg? She tried wrenching the bitch around, but they were too heavy, dead-weight that refused to move. The pressure inside of her was pressing outwards, and she felt it start to leak, a humiliating and dirty wetness between her legs. The thing in her own ass twitched into life, and she tried to protest, unable to hear herself, or even speak, herself less than a person, bound, faceless and mute. But she'd done it! She'd found her prey and made them her bitch! She thrust harder into them, feeling the ring of their ass giving way to her assault, their wriggling protests fading away as they surrendered. Another light blinked out, then another, along with another worrying impression of movement, just on the edge of her vision again, making her twitchy and nervous, another piss-trickle oozing out. And then there was no light, just the numbed sensations of her body and the bitch beneath her, nothing else to anchor her, and she felt as though she were falling into the darkness... |